sometimes,

even though your body and heart may disagree, your soul latches onto another’s. beyond all recognizable reason or rhyme; there’s no timing to it, there is no way to foresee it, there’s no way to truly ever really plan it either, it just happens. two souls meet and mingle and twist and turn and fit right into the crevices of themselves and

sometimes,

these two souls mangle each other. sometimes it hurts to be tied to this one person. to walk away and double back into them, smash into their being. and it hurts because it isn’t right. but 

sometimes,

the twisting and turning into them is harmonious like ebony fingers on ivory keys; melodious, like watching a ballet.

sometimes,

two souls can’t stay away.